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*NEW!* >> DOWNLOAD Betya Bonus Track Ringtone << * send corrections to the typist Tru Records, it`s time to wild out now boy It`s on...yeah... [Chorus] Betya I can make you bounce to this Betya I can make you clap to this Smokin that green, feelin fine Got me a forty and a fat ass nine Betya I can make you bounce to this Betya I can make you clap to this Smokin that green, feelin fine Got me a forty and a fat ass nine Get at me dog, you know the routine I ain`t hard to find, I`m on that thug.com If the block is hot I be chillin in the shade You can call me on 1-900-break bread Or 1-800-getting paid but don`t tell Or imma send Cut Boy to rang yo bell It`s a bunch of pit bulls down here in my city That`s why I hang with the Cutt Throat Committee Me and Wayne-G in the truck tinted up Got Red in the back and she bout to roll it up The new Jordans bout to drop, you know I gotta cop em Told Curren$y meet me at Footlocker And bring Kernell with you that`s my dog too My next phone call went to my nigga Boo And wine and nines cuz that`s how we ride Nigga la dadada, la la la la [Chorus] I`ve been thuggin since I came out the womb Been at battle with these cats like the army platoon Didn`t know what dope was, but I was hustling Didn`t even know what looking hard was, but I was muggin Didn`t even know what pussy was (shiiit), but I was fuckin Little pretty chicken Had her kissin on my stick-en And fist fights, it was anybody`s turn I was jabbin, and stickin niggas like Thomas Hearns I`m an early bird, when it was pickin up the trash I was standin in the cut with my stash in a bag I`m bad to the bone, so I`m illegal Used to dream of being a boss like Bugsy Siegal Here I go, here I go, here I go again I want a thug girl ma, you ain`t gotta be a ten Just gotta be my friend, and let a playa in And hop in when I spin the Benz (eeerr) [Chorus] I don`t think you wanna mess wit Tru ya lil child Why would a nigga call himself Juvenile Like Benny Hill, we slap kids in the head I bet ya scary ass still piss in the bed I`m New Orleans baby, you sweeter than honey This Tru Records city nigga fuck Cash Money I`m C, C-P-3, uptown G I fuck with UNLV, Lil Ya and Tec-G I`m a bad ass Miller boy, a killer boy Get them sea man shoes and put yo ass in a river boy And all those girls that left No Limit on bad terms Keep it up and we gon plant you like earthworms Mystikal (Mystikal), you da hoe Yeah I heard you got fucked before And if anybody out there don`t like what I said Let it be known my favorite color is red (blue) [Chorus]
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